Han Jing cautiously spoke.
Little Black, who had been hiding in the dark, suddenly appeared from some corner and haughtily said, "Why don't you go yourself?"
Han Jing gave Little Black a big smile, "My eyes aren't as good as yours at night. Go on, Little Black, I believe in you!"
Little Black turned its head away, "No way!"
"I'll give you some dried fish!" Han Jing attempted to tempt Little Black with a treat.
"Scram—" Little Black lifted its paw, swearing it really wanted to scratch her. If she said another word, it would scratch her face with no hesitation!
Is it someone… I mean, a cat… that eats dried fish?
Hm?
"Little Black," Ning Shiqi called out in time.
Little Black snorted angrily at Han Jing.
Han Jing made a funny face, provoking Little Black to want to scratch her again.
Ning Shiqi stepped forward and patted Little Black's head, then stretched out his hand in front of Little Black, palm open, revealing a medicine pill.
He smiled as he looked at Little Black.
